It was amazing how something like this could feel more intimate than any sexual act. She had felt those rough and skilled fingers over every inch of her body, but this was more comforting than arousing, simply innocent and caring and something that could be utterly terrifying if she let it, something she was determined not to do, not tonight, not anymore.
They had spent so many years being what they needed to be to get by, to flourish, to excel at their jobs, but wasn’t it about time they started living for themselves? She loved him, she had admitted she loved him, so why keep hiding from it? It had been happening slowly, she let him in more each day, no longer keeping him at arm’s length but never quite fully embracing him either. She wanted to, though; she wanted to let him in completely, to give him her complete and utter trust not just in the field but in every aspect of her life, with everything that made her who she was. She didn’t want to just be with him, but she wanted able to just be with him. She didn’t want to just act normal with him, just another mask of thousands, she wanted to just be normal. Maybe they never could be truly normal, not like other people, but they could make their own normal and that was what she wanted.
She winced or sucked in a sharp breath when he discovered a tight muscle, a knot of tension, but she relaxed every time again as he massaged gently, working her over until she felt pretty much boneless. Somedays she swore he had magic hands. Of course Clint wouldn’t be Clint if he didn’t eventually resort to teasing, and Natasha wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Honey?” she repeated the term of endearment, looking back over her shoulder at him and raising an eyebrow. She smirked a little at him before doing as instructed and leaning back against his chest again.
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Date: 2013-09-07 06:06 pm (UTC)From:They had spent so many years being what they needed to be to get by, to flourish, to excel at their jobs, but wasn’t it about time they started living for themselves? She loved him, she had admitted she loved him, so why keep hiding from it? It had been happening slowly, she let him in more each day, no longer keeping him at arm’s length but never quite fully embracing him either. She wanted to, though; she wanted to let him in completely, to give him her complete and utter trust not just in the field but in every aspect of her life, with everything that made her who she was. She didn’t want to just be with him, but she wanted able to just be with him. She didn’t want to just act normal with him, just another mask of thousands, she wanted to just be normal. Maybe they never could be truly normal, not like other people, but they could make their own normal and that was what she wanted.
She winced or sucked in a sharp breath when he discovered a tight muscle, a knot of tension, but she relaxed every time again as he massaged gently, working her over until she felt pretty much boneless. Somedays she swore he had magic hands. Of course Clint wouldn’t be Clint if he didn’t eventually resort to teasing, and Natasha wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Honey?” she repeated the term of endearment, looking back over her shoulder at him and raising an eyebrow. She smirked a little at him before doing as instructed and leaning back against his chest again.